Slowly but surely, your eyelids feel lighter on your face, allowing your eyes to groggily open to properly process the blurred world that had brought itself to your vision. Before it clears, you begin to sense that your body feels somewhat different in comparison to what you had felt when you had gone to bed. You brought your hand towards your face, seeing a blurred outline of a narrow feminine arm leading up to a delicate hand that possessed uncolored fingernails and thin fingers. Your now blue eyes widened slightly as, when it could fully come into reality, you could feel multiple sensations throughout your body at once. You could feel a sudden weight on your chest, a vacancy in a more important area, and a feeling of urgency for some reason. You turned to your side and recognized that you were no longer in your own room, but someone else’s room, from what you could see from where you were you saw a cow plushie, a desk, and a large dresser that had a distinct crafting style that did not look at all similar to the one you had at your house. It looked more oriental as if it had adorned an eastern-styled building in Asia.
You place a bared foot on the ground near the bed to get up, and you feel a vibration in your shorts as you reach to produce a phone from it, you got a text message, a text message from someone named “MC” exclaiming how late you were for school. That’s when it hit you, you’d been transported to the DDLC universe…
What?
You had previously just tuckered out for the night yesterday on another weekend, now all of a sudden you find yourself on a different plane of reality on a two dimensional plane inside of a dating simulator. You were far away from home, away from any semblance of what you’d previously known.
It took a second for this to register, and upon processing it you take a few deep breaths trying to calm yourself from the sudden change you find yourself at the receiving end of.
Which brings you to your next question, who are you?
You walk outside the room to the bathroom within the oriental-styled home and looked deeply into the mirror, and there, looking back at you, was Sayori, you could distinctly make out the red colored bow adorning her strawberry-blonde hair with soft blue eyes staring directly back at you. You moved your hand towards the mirror, as did she.
Which begs the question, what do you do now?
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